Now That You’re gone

 

Now that you’re gone
Will I forget the moon
Is 28 just a number
Carved on bone
Have I unfecunded myself
Do wolves no longer
Hear
Those
Nights
We shared
Is it all grey now
And put right
The brilliant mess
At its end
A twilight
Of burnt out ravings
Like the forever queue
Of uncradled heads

 

There’s a hole
In my stomach
Others marvel
Good job
Laparoscopic
I see
A tunnel
The same one
That reaches my gullet
Shuttles
A vacant cry
From this empty pit
Where mayhem
Used to lie